He’s actually the psychic creation of about five or six kindergartners.

He can fly, breathe fire, and grow ten times his normal size.

He can be anthro, taur, or feral, but he always has six limbs.

He's the head organizer of a small cat colony. His primary job is scheduling naps.

He has some difficulty understanding that other buildings are not his house. He’ll occasionally swipe fish from the market or walk into a restaurant kitchen and start making a meal for himself. He gets away with it by claiming to be “very important” in a way that is oddly persuasive.

He’s a big fan of ballroom dancing.

He lives in Pow-Pow’s world of magic and imagination. He can enter the real world, but is only visible to cats and to other magical beings.